Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.